So, who's the luckiest girl in the world?
Me, that's who. I've been disgusted with the condition of the floor in my car for many moons now. Seriously disgusted. I can't believe I let it get this bad disgusted. On Friday nights, Mr. Perfect and I always talk about what we want to be able to get done during the weekend, and this last Friday I mentioned vacuuming out my car, but there was also laundry and the Utah reception for Genius Child #1 and Georgia's Sweetest Peach and family in town from other places (loved, loved, LOVED spending time with Lady Songbird and Nippon Boy) and a MacBook Pro that was refusing to burn disks of pictures and video. It was a crazy, crazy weekend.
So, after setting up for the reception and lunch with aforementioned out-of-towner family members and before the family pictures before the reception official start time, I thought I might have time to tackle the car disgustingness. That is, until we got home and I couldn't move. I laid down on the futon, and suddenly it was 4:00, and Mr. Perfect was whispering in my ear that it was time to get ready, and he had vacuumed the front of the Senta.
What a man. I mean, really, what a man. And I get to keep him FOREVER. Eternity is going to be so sweet.
So, after setting up for the reception and lunch with aforementioned out-of-towner family members and before the family pictures before the reception official start time, I thought I might have time to tackle the car disgustingness. That is, until we got home and I couldn't move. I laid down on the futon, and suddenly it was 4:00, and Mr. Perfect was whispering in my ear that it was time to get ready, and he had vacuumed the front of the Senta.
2 comments:
I LOVE when Scott does stuff like that for me.
Who knew stopping by my house on his way to work with the milk I had complained I forgot to purchase on my last store outing and doing my dishes would make me SO happy.
That is the sweetest thing EVER!!! Yea for Mr. Perfect. (Very aptly named it seems!)
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